100% Barehanded Blade Catch

Nuoding City.

Spirit Hall branch!

Two figures, one large and one small, walked out side by side.

"Brother Tao, rest assured, if I ever join the Spirit Hall, I'll be sure to drop your name."

Su Chen thumped his chest with a resounding thud!

Su Yuntao was amused by the boy, chuckling as he saw Su Chen to the door and handed him three gold spirit coins.

Although the boy had awakened a trash spirit, he possessed innate full spirit power after all; building a bit of goodwill was never a bad investment.

Su Chen tossed the gold spirit coins in his hand.

The reputation of the Blind Douluo was truly well-deserved!

Back inside the hall, the moment Su Yuntao saw his spirit, which looked like a ball of gas, he had immediately delivered that classic line.

"Another trash spirit."

As a transmigrator, he had not only completed a side quest.

He had also received the blessing of the Blind Douluo!

His future was truly limitless!

Su Chen had just transmigrated today, sent here by a truck driver rushing to meet his performance quota.

Not only had his body reverted to the age of six, but he had also awakened a system!

Upon opening the novice gift pack and receiving the Heart of Rules spirit, along with innate full spirit power and a spirit ring, Su Chen realized he had arrived in the Douluo Continent.

After buttering up Su Yuntao, he had figured out the current timeline.

Tang San had finished his spirit awakening three months ago.

And today was the opening day of the Nuoding Junior Spirit Master Academy!

Su Chen pulled back his thoughts and looked toward the end of the street.

It was time to advance the main quest.

Target!

Nuoding Junior Spirit Master Academy.

He tucked the gold spirit coins into his system space; they would serve as his living expenses, and he couldn't afford to lose them.

The system shop had all sorts of things, but for some reason, it didn't sell gold spirit coins.

Under the surprised gaze of the registration teacher, Su Chen successfully completed the paperwork and headed straight for Dormitory Seven.

Just as he pushed open the wooden door, a figure flew toward him and slammed heavily onto an empty bed by the door.

Su Chen looked closely.

The person who had been sent flying was none other than Tang San.

In the center of the dormitory, a little girl with a scorpion braid was triumphantly clapping her hands.

Xiao Wu turned her gaze toward Su Chen, who had just entered, and proudly lifted her chin.

"New guy? Let's fight! If you win, you're the boss of Dormitory Seven."

Su Chen was speechless; this irritable rabbit was just as fond of fighting as in the original story.

He raised a finger and pointed at Tang San, who was just climbing off the bed.

"I don't hit girls. Let this little shrimp do it."

Xiao Wu tilted her head and pondered, thinking it made sense.

If this person couldn't even beat Tang San, he certainly wasn't qualified to make her move.

"Fine, you two fight first."

Tang San brushed the dust off his body, his face darkening as he looked at Su Chen, who was half a head taller than him.

He actually dared to call him a little shrimp.

He had been malnourished since childhood, which had stunted his growth.

Compared to Su Chen, who had already absorbed his first spirit ring, he was indeed shorter!

It was one thing to lose to a little girl, but he wouldn't lose to this foul-mouthed brat.

He assumed the starting stance of the Tang Sect Grappling, his feet tensing to charge forward.

"Wait!"

Su Chen raised a hand to stop him.

Tang San forced himself to a halt, frowning.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you know the rules? When spirit masters spar, they must exchange names, spirits, and ranks before starting."

Su Chen crossed his arms over his chest, putting on a strictly professional air.

Tang San suppressed his displeasure.

He had only just awakened his martial soul, so how could he understand all these tedious formalities?

However, with a room full of people watching, he still patiently spoke up.

"Tang San, martial soul Blue Silver Grass, soul power level ten."

Su Chen let out a scoff.

"Blue Silver Grass? Isn't that a trash martial soul found on every street corner? You actually have the nerve to show it off."

Unfazed, he gripped the air with his right hand.

An amorphous mass of gas rapidly condensed, transforming into a longsword that shimmered with a cold light.

This was his martial soul, Heart of Rules!

It could change shape at will and unlock all sorts of bizarre causality-based soul skills.

A yellow, hundred-year soul ring rose impressively from beneath Su Chen's feet.

"Su Chen, level eleven Control-type Spirit Master, martial soul: Heart of Rules!"

The work-study students watching the show were collectively stunned.

This freshman was actually already a one-ring Spirit Master?!

Tang San's pupils constricted sharply. A one-ring Spirit Master—he subconsciously pressed against the sleeve on his right wrist.

Facing a one-ring Spirit Master, he quickly calculated whether to use his hidden weapons or simply concede.

Su Chen wouldn't give him the chance to react.

Since he had traveled through time, if he didn't bully this "pure and noble" Tang God King, it would be a disservice to his ticket!

His first soul ring shone brilliantly.

Su Chen raised his longsword high and brought it down directly toward Tang San, who was standing right in front of him.

First soul skill: 100% Barehanded Blade Catch!

Just as Tang San prepared to dodge to the side, his legs completely lost control in an instant.

His knees buckled violently, slamming hard against the rough wooden floor.

Immediately after, his entire body slid rapidly forward across the floor, sliding into a kneeling position at Su Chen's feet!

Bang!

Tang San's hands were raised high above his head, pressed tightly together.

His palms precisely and accurately clamped onto the descending blade.

The entire room fell into dead silence!

The brains of all the work-study students simply crashed.

Even Xiao Wu, who hadn't taken Su Chen seriously, rubbed her eyes vigorously, her mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a carrot.

[You have created an abstraction, Abstraction Value +100.]

The system notification rang crisply in Su Chen's mind.

Tang San knelt on both knees, forced to maintain this humiliating blade-catching posture.

His entire face turned the color of liver, and his molars ground together with a clicking sound.

He circulated his Mysterious Heaven Skill frantically within his body, trying his best to stand up, but no matter how he pushed his internal energy, his legs felt as if they had taken root in the floor!

Before the rules, all beings are equal.

Su Chen looked down at him from above and gave his wrist a light twist.

The longsword instantly dissipated into light particles that filled the air.

The power of the rules pressing down on his head suddenly vanished.

Tang San's tightly pressed hands clapped into empty air, and his entire body lunged forward due to the massive momentum, ending up with a mouthful of dust.

A few stifled laughs erupted within Dormitory Seven.

Tang San quickly scrambled to his feet, keeping his head bowed low, his eyes churning with intense killing intent.

In his worldview, one only kneels to heaven, earth, and parents!

Yet this person had actually made him kneel in public!

He had already embarked on the path of death!!!

His left hand reached toward his right wrist with extreme stealth; his Silent Sleeve Arrow was already loaded!

"It's just a spar, we're all classmates. If you insist on using those shady little toys in your sleeves, you'll only be the one to suffer."

Su Chen pulled over a chair and sat down, crossing his legs comfortably.

Tang San's entire body stiffened, his left hand frozen in mid-air.

How could he possibly know about the existence of the hidden sleeve arrows?!

Who on earth is he!!!

Xiao Wu and the others didn't understand what Su Chen meant, only to hear him continue.

"I revealed my spirit ring, and since you didn't concede, I could only assume you wanted to continue the match."

Tang San was trembling with rage.

You literally slashed your sword at me!

Did you even give me a chance to open my mouth and concede!

Su Chen continued to twist the knife, unleashing a combo of verbal blows.

"Also, setting aside the facts, even if I used a spirit skill to force you to your knees, I might be ninety-nine percent at fault, but don't you have that one percent of the blame too?"

Having lived two lifetimes, Tang San's mind was filled with the Tang Sect rules; he had never encountered such illogical, extreme double standards.

He raised his hand, his finger pointing at Su Chen shaking as if it were connected to a high-voltage wire.

He was too angry to speak.

He regretted it; he regretted hesitating for that split second and not firing his hidden weapons immediately.

Wang Sheng and the others listened, completely stunned.

Although something felt wrong, it somehow sounded inexplicably reasonable.

This little punk really had no combat prowess.

Su Chen ignored Tang San and turned to look at Xiao Wu, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Well, are we still fighting?"

Xiao Wu shrank her neck, recalling Tang San's uncontrollable and bizarre kneeling, and felt a chill run down her spine.

If that had been her, sliding and kneeling in front of everyone, where would her dignity as a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast go!

Xiao Wu shook her head like a rattle and took two steps back.

She coughed twice, trying to save face, and said, "Since you beat Tang San, the position of Dormitory Seven boss belongs to you. I, Xiao Wu, am a good sport!"

"Huh?"

Su Chen asked with feigned confusion, "Aren't you the boss? I haven't challenged you yet, so how did I become the boss?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu waved her hands frantically.

"Ahem, you know, I was just talking nonsense!"

"Actually, Tang San is the boss of Dormitory Seven!"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask everyone else here!"

Xiao Wu even shot glances at the others.

Wang Sheng and the rest immediately caught on and nodded frantically in agreement.

"Yes, Sister Xiao Wu is right!"

Tang San, who was suppressing his murderous intent nearby, suddenly looked up, staring at these fence-sitters in disbelief.

And to think he actually had a bit of a soft spot for Xiao Wu after she defeated him!

Su Chen walked up to Xiao Wu. "Oh~ so that's how it is!"

"Then, how about you call me boss and let me hear it?"

He deliberately leaned his ear closer.

Xiao Wu was left feeling both shy and annoyed by this gesture.

Damn brat, he actually wants Sister Xiao Wu to call him boss!!

The situation is stronger than the rabbit!! She would endure it!

Xiao Wu's face flushed bright red as she whispered, "Boss!!"

"Hmm!"

Su Chen nodded in satisfaction and sat back down on his chair.

He was a simple man; he had come to the Douluo Continent for only two things!

Beautiful women, and damn it, more beautiful women!

Off to the side, Xiao Wu snuck a peek at Su Chen, her mind quietly spinning its own schemes.

This guy refused to hit women from the start, and even when he leaned in so close just now, he didn't make a move.

Could it be... that he has taken a fancy to her?

Thinking of this, a blush instantly crept across Xiao Wu's fair cheeks.

If Su Chen knew what was going through Xiao Wu's mind right now!

He would surely exclaim!

As expected of the Romance Continent!

Terrifying!

But! He liked it.